#I don’t feel like tagging all of them

[phinpaku]

This old hxh game boy game cover art is soooo cuteee 😭

[adhd-winterfalcon]

random poll time

[ask-the-critters-survival-au]

lol original design jumpscare

Okay but funny story with Kickin’s hair- it was actually originally supposed to look something like that but then when I was drawing him for the first time on here I forgot what he looked like and so the weird ass front swoop thing was born and here we are

[beegs-bugs]

I need yalls tma fancasts/faceclaims

I wanna draw all the characters but I need references and all I have so far is Jon as Dev Patel

[chizramue]

Uhhhhhhhhh chiz vs dorm leaders first impression

Riddle -> Chiz: Another trouble maker like Ace and Deuce

Chiz-> Riddle: Is he British? Wtf is those heels would hate putting them on

Leona-> Chiz: They hold more than they put off.

Chiz -> Leona: Car…. Meow

Azul-> Chiz: Another poor unfortunate soul- You read the entire thing? COPY???? YOU DONT TRUST ME A BIT????? ITS BEEN 2 HOURS YOU ARE QUESTIONING ME AT EVERY LINE. TF YOU MEAN YOURE NOT SIGNING WHAT ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS… WE ARE NOT BARGAINING (chiz uses their Ult skill, reading the fine print and bargaining for better offerings)

Chiz-> Azul: Wtf we got the same truama. Are we twins? (Like fr wtf you mean Azul got bullied as a kid for being a minority and crashing out hard.,JUST LIKE ME)

Kalim -> Chiz: Hi!!!! Want to come over for food? :3 (I’m not great describing his character)

Chiz-> Kalim: Dam he’s energetic. I want to go to bed that’s enough socializing for today (sucks at saying no)

Vil-> Chiz: Unsightly. Hairs a mess, poor posture, unkept clothing, and acne (Viz will never be real they’re just doomed)

Chiz-> Vil: overwhelming. Pretty… too pretty. I might get jumped if I got any closer. (They will get jumped by cough cough Rook kill this mf)

Idia -> Chiz: Lamo mf doesn’t go out only there bc of grim

Chiz-> idia: fire…. Why are you blue?

Malleus-> Chiz: Child of man. So small

Chiz-> malleus: why the fuck are you so tall

[kaldursleftfin]

Posting all the tweets from my tt on this godforsaken app, pt 2

[kathrynalicemc]

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic: A Timeline

HPHL - WW1 (up to 1920s)

Magiens Mester (Master of Magic): Von Hyrrokkin

Magiens Mester is the Minister of Magic

Von is still a WIP but I think he’s no good (maybe evil) and he gets thrown out and then Iolanthe gets the job

Magiens Vokter (Guardian of Magic): Johann Hyrrokkin

Johann is Von’s son

Vokters are like vice presidents and are second in command. They protect and advise the Mester and step in when they are unavailable

Usually it’s common for Vokters to eventually become Mesters so he was expecting to become the minister

He’s also maybe evil and salty when Iolanthe gets the position especially being so young and inexperienced

HPFB (1920s)

Magiens Mester: Iolanthe Arcano

She is the first to become Magiens Mester so young and also with hardly any experience working at the ministry

But she is very deserving and proves everyone who doubts her wrong

Puts in more work in research and out in the field exploring and visiting other countries for diplomatic relations than actually doing paperwork in an office all day

Magiens Vokter: Elidon Greyloc

Elidon is Iolanthes most trusted second in command

He believed in her from the start and helps her when others try to sabotage or belittle her authority

He’s older and sees her as a daughter he’s never had

He doesn’t become Mester after her and instead goes off to have a family of his own

Head of Vakt (Guard): Dreki Hymir

Under the two leadership positions there are three main sections of government. Vakt is the guard department that is essentially Aurors. There is one leader and then a bunch of smaller jobs under that.

Dreki can look intimidating but he is good humored and treats Iolanthe like a little sister

Head of Mystisk (Arcane): Sade Willodeen

The Mystisk department deals with magical misuse, spell invention, and research and other things

Sade has been the head for a long time and she knows how to hold her own in leadership positions and to not take any shit

She is cold at first and judges Iolanthe’s ability but then quickly becomes a mentor figure to her and guides her

They also really get along with their love of magic

Maybe she was Iolanthe’s boss when she just started and Sade could be upset she was passed over for Mester for this new hire

Head of Natur (Nature): Akkeri Windcaller

The Natur department deals with trade, magical animals, exploration, and other misc jobs

Akkeri is also relatively young for having a higher up position

I think Iolanthe is the one to hire him and she is also judged for picking someone young

He’s a wildcard as he is a natural sailor and has survived many storms at sea

He seems very quiet but I think he could snap if really provoked but ultimately he’s kind

HPMA (2010s)

Magiens Mester: Semele Thorne @endlessly-cursed

Being part of the Arcano family (and since Iolanthe’s run was a huge success) Semele is warmly greeted as Mester

She is a hardworking take no shit woman who excels even with an idiot husband (affectionate) and three screaming children

She also manages to stay active in Skalafell as much as possible when not at work

A/N: I’ve been putting this together for a long time (the positions themselves I have thought about for months lol) but I have just quickly made up the majority of the OCs (fcs, names, ideas of personality/story) in the last 3 days so lmk if I’ve used any names or FCs already used!!

Also fun fact the positions have inspiration from the founders era with the 3 Valhalla founder families (Ymir, Arcano, Varangr) ,,, if that wasn’t completely obvious 😂

I am also totally open to give some of these OCs away for adoption or any position in a diff time period not specified is always open for anyone!!! I have a few already made OCs who I might insert (like Azora Arcano) but she would just be a minor Auror maybe? And she doesn’t stick around long.

Shout out to @magicallymalted this one’s for you since you asked for lore 😌♥️

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶

[otaku553]

Cooking up something reaaaalllyyy silly right now

Uhhhh cookie run kingdom tgcf au with pure vanilla as xie lian and shadow milk as jun wu. Do you see the vision

[raspberrypossums]

Thought too hard abt Frost’s idealized life with his little makeshift family n had to draw him, Hootsie, and Gricko in a cute little moment

[kotdish]

Me and my friends are not too good at the game

[knickety]

Anaxa’s character stories all being in mediums that have already been destroyed has me climbing the WALLS. Cerces looking through his memories. A study record that no longer exists. An improvised speech that nobody would have written down. Another fragment of memory that nobody got to see. The complicated bits of his character and explanations for his goals and Why he is the way he is will fade away and he will be remembered largely as a performer and a blasphemer. How will they remember him when so little of him yet remains?

[mollotovm]

i think i listened to beware by death grips around 86,000 times while drawing this. as lore inaccurate as it is because I’m ironically really new to true batman enjoyment, i just really liked batgirl #1. its a nice little comic. she’s very cute to me.

[penumbra-mayhem]

An Accidental Bridge

Sam/Darlin' fluff | 1759 words

(I hc Darlin' with a stutter; read here for more.)

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Sam’s mind was gently pulled into consciousness as a great horned owl called from outside his bedroom. He glimpsed at the clock on the wall. Nine o'clock. Still late evening, not yet time to be up. Enticed by the owl's promise of a set sun, though, Sam slipped off his blankets.

Bare feet met hardwood as he left the bed, eyes still closed in an attempt to at least stay half-asleep. He shuffled over to his window and pulled back the black-out curtains before feeling around for the latch. His fingers found it just as a sliver of a voice snuck through the silence:

“SSSam?”

He gave a groggy response as he opened the window, “Jus’ gettin’ someair…”

Darlin’ gave a low hum of approval and rolled over to face him. Sam made his way back over and climbed into their bed with all the grace of a drunk bat, eliciting a sleep-laden giggle from his mate.

“Oh, hush,” he grumbled, his smile unwittingly trickling into his voice, “I’m barely awake.” He drew Darlin’ to his chest.

They both drifted in and out of sleep, lulled by the owl’s repeated call. The cool air of early night seeped into their room; the two snuggled further under the covers in response.

"I can feel your magic,” Sam mumbled. It was an uncommon sensation; usually, Darlin' only let their magic extend beyond themself when they felt safe. And they rarely felt safe.

“Yours t-t-too...”

“Feel good?”

Sam felt them nod. He gave them a small kiss before asking, “What’s it feel like?”

Darlin’ drew sleepy circles on his chest as they tuned into his magic. After a few moments of silence, they spoke—slowly, like they were savoring a flavor in their mouth:

“It’s l-l-like….sinking into a wwwarm b-b-bath..it’s like a…b-b-bass…low and in-in the b-back…thrumming…ocean wwwaves under a full mmmoon…immmmense…soothing…l-like aloe v-vera on skin after a-a sunny day…”

Joy swelled in Sam's chest and he tightened his arms around them. “I love the way you put that, darlin’,” he murmured.

Darlin’ smiled softly, sleep tugging at them. “How's mmmine?”

“Yours? Mmm…” Sam allowed Darlin’s magic to seep into him. “Your magic…is like fireworks. Those kinds that you light and then toss into the street to see them spin real quick and change colors…you’re the buzz after a concert...the windswept euphoria when you get off a roller coaster…you’re stargazin' durin' a meteor shower…your magic feels like…like…”

Home.

Darlin’ jumped.

They pushed themself up a bit and stared at Sam with wide eyes.

“What? What is it?” he asked, staring back in concern.

They shook their head. “Fuck, I-I-I heard y-you in-in mmmmy head.”

Sam mouthed a small ‘oh’. Seeing that Darlin’ was more startled than scared, he relaxed slightly. “You think we might of bridged?”

Darlin’ gave a small nod. “I-I didn’t mmmmean t-t-to.”

“Me neither,” Sam assured them, “Guess we were just…in tune with each other.”

They dropped their gaze. "I...I-I haven't d-d-d-done that in-in...in a l-l-l-long t-t-time."

"Me neither," Sam replied. He studied them a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"

They nodded again. "Are-are y-you?"

Sam couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just worried about you."

Darlin' lowered their head back onto his chest. “I-I’m fine. J-just…surprised mmme,” they muttered, trying to slow Sam's heartrate with their words.

Sam ran one hand up and down their back, with the other in their hair. When he felt like they had both reached a state of calm again, he asked, “Is that somethin' you’d be interested in doin' with me?"

After no response, he added, "S'alright if the answer’s no.”

"You don't wwwant that. N-not wwwwith mmme."

Shut down. It was the kind of response he often got from them. It was the kind of response he couldn't stand. He knew it was a form of protection, and they had been getting better about it. But still, every so often, Darlin' would deny him or themself something in the belief that they were broken or unworthy or dangerous. Every time, it simultaneously burned Sam's heart and broke it.

"Why do you say that?" he asked, trying to keep his tone gentle.

Darlin' bit the inside of their cheek. When he was met with no response again, Sam kissed the top of their head and entreated, "Please, Darlin'. You don't have to speak quick. You don't even have to give an explanation. But please don't ignore me entirely."

Fuck. How could words spoken soft as candlelight twist guilt into their gut like a knife? Darlin' buried their face into Sam's chest, breathing in his scent. It steadied them.

Finally, they responded, their voice muffled by Sam's sleepshirt, "It...fucking s-sucks…in-in mmmy head."

There it was.

Sam sighed, "That may be true, for you. But that doesn't mean I don't want to bridge with you. I'm not scared of your thoughts, darlin'."

"B-but you should b-be.”

"But I'm not," Sam pushed back, just a little. Silence fell between them, and he let it. Darlin' had answered his question. There was no point in trying to convince them how he felt. He kissed their head once again in silent reassurance that he was not mad and closed his eyes, hoping to get a bit more sleep.

Darlin' bit harder at the inside of their cheek, their mind buzzing with frustration. The owl outside made itself known again; Darlin' laid in indecision as they listened to it call over and over. They could feel Sam's magic—not reaching out but still present. His magic was safe. He was safe. He was strong. Stronger than they were. Braver. Calmer. Steadier.

When Darlin' finally spoke, their voice was small and soft and scared:

"I-I wwwwant t-to try...if-if you also wwwant t-to."

Sam felt his heart skip. He craned his neck to the side to make eye contact with Darlin' as he asked, "You sure? I don't want you doin' this if you're not really wantin’ it."

"You-you give mmme all of you. I-I wwant to do the same. E-Even if it scares mme," they whispered, "I-I wwwant t-to b-be b-brave for you."

"You don't have to."

"B-but I wwant t-to."

Sam studied their face for a moment before kissing their forehead and whispering, "Alright. Thank you, darlin'. But if we start and you don’t like it, you tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good…is there a certain way you want to lay or sit?"

"N-n-no. You?"

"Nah, this is perfect."

Sam closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his pillow, running his hand through Darlin's hair. Darlin' closed their eyes as well, listening to Sam's heart.

It was quick. Almost as quick as the first time. When the bridge reformed, Sam could feel Darlin's body tense against his. Through the bridge, he felt the tension in his own muscles. He kissed the top of their head.

It's okay. You're safe.

“Fuck.” Fuck, woah, that's fucking weird.

I'm going to fuck this up.

I shouldn't have done this.

I'm just going to hurt you—

—hey, hey, it's ok.

Fuck, sorry, I'll try to quiet down...

...Do you think anyone's ever tried bridging with more than one person at one time?

If you can do that, could you make a true hive mind?

Bee people. Bee shifters? Are there any insect shifters—

—fuck! Sorry!

"SSSorry..." Darlin' muttered. Sam giggled and stroked Darlin's head. The sensation soothed them both.

You're alright, darlin'.

I don’t mind your thoughts.

But you should—

—shut up, Tank—

—fuck, I wish I would just shut up!

Sorry…

...Your head is so quiet.

Shit, I don't mean quiet like empty I just—

—god I am such an ass!

You're not an ass, darlin'.

Damn, I love you.

I love you.

"I love you, darlin'."

Darlin’s body went lax at the assurance. Their mind stilled for just a moment. Tap tap tap. Darlin’ tapped Sam’s chest three times—a gesture he’d come to learn meant ‘I love you’. The feeling of their own fingers echoed against Darlin’s chest.

I love you, too.

So much.

Fuck what time is it?

Shit, we’ve got to get up soon.

Do we?

It’s…Saturday? Yeah, Saturday.

Fuck yeah, we can stay in bed.

We could make breakfast.

More like you could make breakfast, I’m shit at cooking.

I’m shit at most things.

I don’t even think I’m doing this right—

—you’re doin’ just fine, pup.

Sam’s heart skipped as he realized what he’d just thought. Or maybe it was Darlin’s heart skipping, he couldn’t quite tell. His eyes shot open, and he looked down at Darlin’, whose face was already turning red. Sam’s own face began to burn too.

“Fuck, Darlin’, I’m so sorry.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean to think that.

That wasn’t appropriate.

I should have asked before—

—fuck…

For once, Darlin’s head was quiet. Like static. Sam’s stomach fluttered. Or maybe it was Darlin’s. The bridge was somehow deepening, and Sam struggled to differentiate where the feelings were originating.

I know wolves can be particular with those kinds of names.

Especially when their mates aren’t wolves.

I should have asked.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…

Sam’s thoughts slowed as Darlin’ pressed a soft kiss to his lips. They buried their face into his neck.

“Darlin’?”

I liked that.

You…what? "What?"

Darlin’ groaned quietly, “I-I liked it.”

Call me it again—

—wait, I mean, uh, um…

A grin stretched across Sam’s face. “Oh yeah?” he cooed, stroking the nape of Darlin’s neck.

You like bein’ called pup?

Sam giggled as his stomach fluttered at the word; this time he could tell that feeling definitely came from Darlin’.

You just a little puppy?

My puppy?

“SSSSSaaaammm…” Darlin’ whined.

Sam pulled his body back a bit. Darlin’ turned their head to look up at him. The blush on their cheeks made Sam swoon, but he still had to be sure:

“I can stop, darlin’,” Sam said, his voice soft but serious.

Darlin’ shook their head. “N-no.” It’s just, nobody’s ever called me that…

Sam couldn’t stop grinning. Their blush. The way they ducked their head and avoided his eyes. The weakness in their voice. He rarely saw Darlin’ so bashful.

Well it’s about time…

My sweet puppy…

C’mere… "C'mere."

Darlin’ hummed as they curled themself around Sam once more, tangling their limbs with his. Sam ran his hands through their hair as they traced their fingers over his chest. The two sank into repose as their sensations and thoughts melded and lost origin.

Sam breathed deep and murmured, “Such a good pup.”

Your pup.

[ragingtrees]

my friend dimple

[hanzajesthanza]

witcher netflix: [drops]

henry cavill fans: honestly, i don’t really care about the story, i’m just here because hcav is hot asf

me: wtf? how shallow is this… only there because the titular witcher is hot? talk about missing the point…

witcher 4 trailer: [drops]

✨ciri✨: 😡

me: … i understanded.